Please enter the main text in the United States. The trend of treating pets as humans is mainly aimed at cats and dogs. The owners are very willing to use money on them. Basically, they will not buy them at pet stores.

The cost of feeding living goods in pet stores is very expensive and the market demand is small. They only account for 6% of the US retail pet market. Many successful pet stores no longer sell animals, but sell pet accessories and animal-related peripheral products.

After Andy learned about the situation of the pet store near Los Angeles, he couldn't help but complain, "There is no pet in the pet store, and it's really funny."

There was no choice but to call Carl to ask where to buy a dog. After finishing the matter, Carl was silent with the phone and said in a serious tone: "Hey, Andy, if you really want to raise a dog, I suggest you adopt it."

"Hi MEN, I understand adoption should be used instead of buying and selling, but I need pups, do you understand? Cubs with pure bloodlines, where can I have the breed I need in the pet rescue center!" Andy frowned and explained, while searching for photos of dogs on Google.

"Well, if you want to buy a dog of pure blood, you need to go directly to the kennel. As for ordering in the pet store, I don't recommend you do that. Although the procedures for purchasing at the kennel are a bit cumbersome, it's worth the money." Carl rolled his eyes helplessly. He really didn't know how to refute Andy's idea. Maybe the work might end up falling on himself. "Forget it, you'd better tell me what breed you want, and don't worry about the rest."

"Haha, that's great, guy, thank you very much." Andy smiled and thanked with a smile when he heard Carl was about to take over.

"Hey, what breed do you want? Top kennels will identify dog ​​buyers. They will ask many questions to judge the other party's level. If you go, it is easy to be rejected or despised." Carl sighed and asked.

"Bit, I want two pit bulls!" Andy shouted excitedly without hesitation when he thought of the video of Pit biting the Tibetan mastiff in his previous life.

"NO! Damn it, absolutely not! Shet, I knew you were just a trouble, a big trouble!" Hearing Andy's words, Carl's fat face showed a fear expression and roared in anger.

"You don't understand at all that you are a novice, you can't raise a pit bull. If you keep a dog well, you are an angel, and if you don't raise it well, you are a demon. You are born aggressive, and it means trouble! I refuse, you'd better consider getting a Labrador or a golden retriever. If you really can't do it, you can't do it."

"No, no, Carl, listen to me..." Andy was a little surprised to hear Carl's roar, and couldn't help but explain in a hurry to his refusal to help.

"NO! Andy, you need to listen to my advice on this matter. Pitbulls must not be raised. If you insist on doing this, I will call you to tell your mother!" Carl interrupted Andy's words and threatened with an ugly expression.

"Shet! I... damn it, you can't do that! What kind of dog is my freedom to raise!" Andy was angry at the fat man's shameless tricks.

"Andy, listen to me, you have no experience in raising a dog for the first time, and you don't know any knowledge about raising a dog. What you need is a docile dog, not a pitbull. That is a disaster. Believe me, please believe me!" Carl persuaded earnestly. He did not want to fight against Andy to prevent angering Andy and causing rebellious psychology.

"You...Shet! Well, you win, I can stop raising pit bulls first, so my second choice is the Doberman. I want two innocent cubs of blood and a Bengal leopard cat!" Andy did not continue to insist and accepted Carl's persuasion, but he still chose another type of mastiff. After saying that, he hung up the phone and did not give Carl any chance to speak.

Listening to the busy voice coming from the microphone, Carl was in tears, Doberman? Well, Doberman is an acceptable choice. He has a medium body, compact structure, strong muscles, great endurance and speed, elegant appearance, confident attitude, noble temperament, bravery, loyal and obedient. However, what the hell is the Bengal leopard cat?

It's really a headache to have such a willful boss. I touched my bald head, took out my phone and started to look through the address book, found one of the phones and dialed it over.

"Hey, Drake, I'm Carl."

"Hey, man, I often hear people talking about you recently. Is there anything I can help you?" Drexel, who is a Hollywood news feed, naturally understands that Carl will not call him for no reason.

"Well, there's something really wrong. Do you have any familiar acquaintances with breeding Doberman kennels?"

"Hey man, I'm Drakesel, Los Angeles is my territory. You have to believe that there is no problem that Drake can't solve. However, the pure blood of Doberman is not very cheap."

Carl's eyes flashed with contempt as he listened to the other party's boast. Although he didn't like this local tyrant middleman who relied on selling news, sometimes he really couldn't do without them. All kinds of messy information can be obtained from these people, saving a lot of trouble.

"Price is not a problem. You must ensure that your bloodline is pure, your quality is excellent, and you will have complete proofs. Two healthy cubs!"

Hearing Carl's request, Drake patted his chest and promised that there was no problem. Carl still believed his reputation, and then asked, "By the way, do you know the Bengal Octopus?"

"Of course, this cat is a mixed species that is artificially bred and reproduced. The breeding process is not very humane, but it is famous for its unique markings and silky fur."

Carl curled his lips. It was ridiculous to hear such high-sounding words from people like Drake who only recognizes money.

"Hey man, no matter how inhuman the cultivation process is, I want one, guarantee the quality, OK?"

"Haha, of course there is no problem. They were born to please us humans. I will do it as soon as possible."

Carl hung up the phone with a sarcastic sneer on his lips. The compassion just now was just a joke. As long as they make money, shamelessness is their motto.

When the bright sun shining unscrupulously on the earth slowly sets westward, the tentacles of the rays of the rays extend into many corners, covering the green mountains, beaches and sea water with a layer of red veil, which is particularly charming.

Andy was wearing only a pair of colorful beach pants, lying leisurely on a beach chair, next to it was a small round table, a cup of three-color cocktail, and picked up and took a sip from time to time in the setting sun, which was very leisurely.

Because Liu Yan took a leave to go home to visit her grandson who had a fever, she found a good restaurant and said that after lunch, he drove to Santa Monica Beach, enjoying the sun, the beach, the waves, and the charming bikini hot girls. Looking at the beauties with different skin, it was so dazzling.

Because he was bored and didn't want to write, he was really idle and didn't know how to spend the day. Unexpectedly, he was just trying to take a walk on the beach after a meal, but he spent a casual and interesting afternoon in Santa Monica.

Andy, 21, was finally able to buy wine generously. After drinking the tenth cup of cocktail, her face was a little red. Although she was not drunk, she was still a little drunk and vomited a breath of turbid air.

It was midsummer, and there were a lot of tourists by the beach. The small town in the distance was already brightly lit, and the three streets were crowded, noisy, crowded and noisy. Andy got up from the beach chair in the open-air bar, wore flip flops, and walked through the crowd, crossed the pier, came to the beach, found a clearing, and sat down in a free and casual position, listening to the girls' youthful laughter and the sound of the naughty children running back and forth to release the innocent fun.

I don't know if it was the stimulation of alcohol, but at this moment Andy seemed to feel that he had become out of place with the surrounding environment, as if only he was frozen. The people around him were moving quickly at an indescribable speed, flowing endlessly, and he felt inexplicably lonely.

Some problems cannot be solved by avoiding them. The soul is merged, but after all, Song Dawei's soul occupies this body. Many memories from the previous life still bother him from time to time. Some emotions cannot be forgotten just by forgetting.

This feeling is really annoying!

Andy woke up from the strange feeling, feeling her cheeks were cold, and two lines of tears were shed at some point.

"Damn, literary youth is a disease and needs to be cured!"

After sorting out my emotions, I looked around and almost all gathered together to chat and laugh. A few meters away, a young man and a woman were playing, with a guitar next to the man.

Andy couldn't help but lit up, stood up and walked over.

"Hey man, can you lend your guitar to use?"

The couple who were laughing in a low voice raised their heads and looked over with the help of the light. When they saw a handsome guy with a charming smile and full of affection, the girl happily handed the guitar to Andy, without any intention of seeking her boyfriend's opinion.

"Thank you, I'm just on the side. Sorry, I'm disturbing you." Andy took the guitar and thanked.

The man looked at his dazed girlfriend speechlessly, showed a helpless expression to Andy, and shrugged, "It's okay."

I set aside a little distance from the couple, sat down cross-legged, and gently plucked the strings a few times.

The original Andy learned piano and guitar since she was a child. Although she was not very good, she had reached the level of proficiency.

In addition, during college, Song Dawei also studied hard for the purpose of pretending to be a girl, so Andy now has more guitar repertoire than piano. Of course, most of them are Chinese songs.

The strings slowly plucked, and the beautiful melody of Tydanick's "MyHeartWillGoon" sounded, not the kind of passionate performance, but just a gentle pluck, flowing like a stream, very elegant and intoxicating.
Chapter completed!